The Beginning

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Red and the clinging sound of metal stuck in my head. Constant nightmares of my parents death in a car crash ever since I was three. I was put into an orphanage which I escaped from when I was 17 and met Marshmello or Chris Comstock. We talked in a café about our lives and he got touched by my story so he made me his sister because I was older. He helped me through most of my life afterwards. I now sit silently next to him, my head burrowed in his chest. I wrapped my arm around him while I recalled the incident where Daniel, my ex, had kidnapped me and Marshies(my nickname for him) best friend saved me. His name was Alan Walker(he sung Faded). But soon I was able to forget it and stay up until 12 midnight. I smiled at the thought of my brother's idea of a midnight countdown on his privet jet on the way to Ultra Music Festival 17(Ultra MF17) for my 23rd birthday. After the massive countdown joined by his crew, we partied a lot.


Much later in the morning, we all woke up and got freshened up. My bro came to us and told up to buckle up for the landing.

"Damn. You look good." I said to him.

"Come on Sis. It is the same outfit in every event!" He joked

I laughed and buckled up.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 01, 2017 ⏰

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